Sarcasm and humor have been used for centuries to ease the burden of vaginal existence, so let’s take the collection as a hole: the lines themselves are red tick marks, weaving the visceral as a wound slowly ripens […]
The limbo of tottering between states of being, the paradox of longing and self-loathing, of meaning and language, of desire and disdain, of here and now and there and then: isn’t that the central work of poetry?
Do grade-school kids still have to write or speak about what they did during summer vacation? I’m not a kid, so I don’t get to take the summer off, but I did anyway. At least, I took a break from some things, and the roundup was one of them. I’m back now.